This is one of the first gear stories I wrote, for a young dame I was chatting with on Flickr. She wanted a rough sex story where she was the star.

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'' Shit ! '' That was the maiden matter I heard you say. That was the first-class honours degree thing I heard you say after your car ran into my car in the parking lot. More like plowed into the tail end of my car, popping the body.

We examine our motorcar. Yours does n't let much if any damage. Mine is going to be in the shop for a week. teach me to force a fancy new car. Your older car is servicing you well through grad school. And that 's when you drop the side by side dud.

'' Sorry Mister, I did n't mean to hit your car. Is there any way I could pay for this, without reporting it to insurance ? I ca n't afford any more tip on my book. '' you wail. I tell you it looks like a $ 3000 stamping ground job, and you start to cry. `` I 'm in school, I ca n't afford that. How else can I pay you ? '' I am looking around, trying to figure a way out of this mussiness. You do it for me.

'' Hey mister, what 's with all of the liquor in the trunk ? '' I look back and realize my freight is rubber with the elision of one feeding bottle of scotch. `` Well, it 's for a bachelor party I am hosting tomorrow Nox. Hey, I got it. Do you desire to work off your bill tomorrow night ? You can come be a waitress at the party. I will give you $ 500 credit rating towards the damages, and we will split any tips the cat give you. After a couple of more parties, the resort will be paid for. ''

You start to look around, something on your mind. `` Well, I am supposed to be working on a paper, but I was already planning on going out with one of my girlfriend who is in town this weekend. ''

'' Bring her along. I will pay her $ 500 as well, and she can observe her bakshis. And make surely you wear something slutty. This is a bachelor party. '' You agree, and I give the address for the party, telling you to be there at 5:30 sharp.

Thankfully, both of you show up on meter. I show you around the political party room I reserved in the clubhouse at my composite. I point out the bar area and the kitchen. Then I paw each of you a bag. `` What is this ? '' you ask.

'' Neither one of you is slutty enough, so these are your waitress costumes for tonight. Wear them. You will get more tips than wearing what you got on. '' You both go back to the bathroom and arrive back 5 bit later in Playboy bunny costumes, complete with spike and a tail.

'' This is a picayune tight in the crotch, '' you comment. I suggest that you lose the panty and the camel toe will get you more tips. You reluctantly agree.

By 7:30, the party is hopping. plenitude of guys drinking and watching some sportsman, and you two are doing your best to keep helping hand off of your ass. I motion you both over to the bar around 9. `` How would you like to double your money ? '' I ask. You both nod your heads in agreement. `` Then go base in the midsection of the room and plunder off your costumes. serve drinks naked for 30 minute of arc. ''

Your friend starts to waver, but you need the money to pay me off. So you go right field to the center of the elbow room, standing by the groom of honor and loot down to your birthday suit. Every guy in the place is watching you. `` Beer, whisky or me ? '' you chime in your salutary stewardess voice. The berth roars with laughter and cheer. You get your friend to follow over and you force her to consider off her getup. More cheering and cat calls.

'' son, '' you say, `` I owe the bartender $ 2000, and that 's after serving you boozing and stripping naked for you. Who wants a piece of my ass ? Highest bidder gets first shot at me. '' Suddenly, every guy in the room is whipping out $ 100 bills. I come into the plaza of the way and standpoint between the two nude young lady friend. `` I will compose off your debt if your friend does the groom ... '' I look at her and she gulps, `` .... and if you do me. Right here, right now. ''

Without even looking at your champion, you agree. You drop to your genu and unzip my drawers. My cock is semi-hard from standing next to you, but now it explodes to full size. I look over and the hostler is getting his cock sucked as well. `` This is smashing, '' I comment, `` But I am not paying $ 2000 for a blowjob. '' With that, I pick you up and befuddle you over a couch. Your ass is perched up in the air. I guide my cock right into your quivering twat. You squeal in delectation.

'' Charlie, you unspoilt do the Same to yours. If you do n't do it now, your wife will walk over you in marriage. '' Charlie follows suit, pinning your friend to the story and parting her thigh. She screams in protest, but it is muffled by the cheer from the guys. `` I do n't care which of you pecker is next, but let 's go along this orderly, '' I tell the group.

All of the guy wire have bulges in their drawers, and a partner off looks like they want to engage them out and stroke them. `` Go ahead, just make for certain you aim for her face or tits. '' You start screaming that you are a good girl, but I remind you that a good girl would n't put herself in a position like this. `` And she would n't put herself in this position either, '' I say as I pull out my dick from your fuddled pussy, and plow it into your even soaked ass.

As wet as you were getting, my dick still was n't lubed up enough for your ass. You scream out in pain sensation as I start to fuck your ass. Your champion sees what is happening and starts to scream, but then she gets hit in the look with the offset ball of spunk. Then a second and a third. A crowd of the guys are doing a circle saccade over her and the groom. She is soon covered in sperm.

I reach my sexual climax after your scream have stopped and your consistence is shaking as you reach orgasm as well. I pull out, and another guy immediately takes my place. You start to say something, but your mouth is soon filled with a beefy dick.

This goes on for a duet of hours. I had my go with your friend. She had no problems taking it in the ass, but that 's only because I was n't the firstly. More like the fifth part. Around midnight, the guy put their hawkshaw away and start up to head home. You and your friend are covered in sperm, your gaping pickle still shaking from the multiple climax. `` take your throwaway paid in total, and maybe you wo n't go rear-ending people like that again. ''